Rebirth: Super Banking System Chapter 2311 - 2131: Arrivals One After Another

Day Ten.

Morning.

Urumqi Airport.

"We've finally made it."

"It's freezing out here!"

"..."

Tang Qing's two professors from Tsinghua University, along with their students, stepped off the plane, having flown in first-class seats, which secretly thrilled several of Tang Qing's fellow students.

At last, they got to experience first class.

Of course.

Their households were fairly prosperous.

Yet.

Many worked in research fields, mostly at government facilities, where basic needs were covered and some money could be saved, though not quite enough for frequent first-class trips.

It's not a matter of inability to pay.

They simply couldn't bring themselves to splurge like that.

From a young age.

Their upbringing had been quite rigorous.

Thus.

This marked their initial ride in such luxury, stirring quiet excitement within them.

...

At the exit.

A man spotted them and hurried over, saying, "Academician Liu, Academician Li, greetings, I'm Xiao Jia, the fellow who phoned you before."

His statement.

Drew curious glances from those standing nearby.

Academicians?

What a sight to behold!

"Hello."

"Right this way, if you please!"

"Thanks."

"..."

Tang Qing had meticulously planned every detail of the journey, and before long, they reached the parking area. Impressive! A line of upscale business vans stood ready, each equipped with spacious individual seating.

"These seats are incredibly plush!"

"Never been in one of these before."

"Me neither."

"..."

Several students marveled aloud.

With four passengers per van, two vehicles in total, the group departed, the two academicians taking the lead car. Even though they'd traveled in comfort previously, this arrangement made them feel truly valued.

"How much longer until we get there?"

"Around noon."

"What's your role here?"

Academician Li inquired.

"I handle logistics for the park; I was specifically assigned yesterday to welcome our honored guests," the man replied cheerfully. A facility like this doesn't boast a huge admin team.

Hence.

Staff were pulled from the park itself.

For welcoming duties.

And preparations.

These vans weren't owned but leased—ten Mercedes-Benz models in all—to create a striking presence, just as Tang Qing's own motorcade pulled up.

Still.

That setup was reserved for the Tang family.

Moreover.

Rumors swirled that plenty of Boss Tang's associates were en route, though they needed no special escort, nor did visitors from certain specialized agencies require their focus.

...

Ten fifteen.

A private aircraft touched down at the airfield, unloading a cluster of passengers. Chai Ren tugged his collar higher, muttering, "Brr, it's brutally cold—worse than Beijing's chilliest days."

"No surprise there."

Zheng Lin emerged next.

Behind him.

Came Zhai Zhihua.

And Huo Xiangdong.

Plus Pei Yang, who'd been eager to join for ages. Amid the winter freeze, free from training duties, his robust build radiated an understated intensity.

"Time to move."

"Sure thing."

Afterward.

The party left the terminal.

Waiting outside.

Were folks who'd been posted up for quite a while.

"Brother Chai."

"Brother Zheng."

"Brother Pei."

"..."

A handful of guys came forward. They might've been youthful in years, but at minimum twenty-seven or twenty-eight, some pushing past thirty. Entry into this elite circle demanded more than greenhorn status.

These individuals.

All boasted dads in prominent local roles. They'd occasionally link up in Beijing for gatherings, or hailed from the capital before relocating here.

In this region, they passed as elder brothers.

However.

Compared to heavyweights like Chai Ren and the rest, they ranked as middling. Hosting them this round called for top-notch effort and flawless setups.

In conversation.

The bunch piled into vehicles, premium rides for the most part, often loaned out. Truth be told, their wealth didn't match Chai Ren's crew, yet they carried themselves with solid poise.

Never bullying or causing trouble.

If they did.

They'd fall short of Chai Ren and company's expectations.

"Where's your father? When does he head out?" Pei Yang quizzed a keen-eyed youth, a fellow alum from his military academy days. Post-graduation, he'd been posted to this spot.

These days.

At merely thirty-one, he'd sported two bars and two stars for a few years now, with another promotion on the horizon next year.

Hearing the question.

The young man grinned.

"He's off this afternoon, tagging along with a few higher-ups."

"Got it."

For this event, Tang Qing's guest list stayed moderate—not sparse, but selective. Relatives, buddies, military folks, plus key figures from Xin Province.

After all.

Being on home turf, and after their enthusiastic welcome during his prior investment trip, skipping an invite now that production was underway would've been rude.

Setting out post-lunch.

Thus.

An overnight stay was in order.

Failing that.

A morning departure the following day wouldn't align with the testing schedule. Typically, these affairs bend to the bosses' timelines, but here, sans any ceremony, a fixed slot was set.

Invites went out: attend if possible.

If unable.

The show would roll on regardless.

...

Eleven thirty.

The Tang clan rolled in, encompassing Second Uncle's household, Tang's dad and mom, and even Qin Shiqi with her sibling. They buzzed with anticipation for the lively spectacle.

Securing time off.

From the family-operated school proved straightforward. Qin Yugang, however, couldn't swing it owing to job demands—as a superior, vacations weren't simple.

That said.

He wasn't skipping out.

On Friday.

Meaning tomorrow afternoon, he'd dash over straight from the office. Per the itinerary, the Tangs planned to linger through Sunday at least, ensuring they caught the main action.

...

Noon sharp.

From a military base's airstrip, eight rugged off-road military trucks revved to life and departed.

...

Besides that.

Numerous additional guests trickled into Urumqi progressively. Some hopped into the base-provided transports, others handled their own logistics. Take the Public Security Ministry team: thirty strong.

Local escorts with flashing lights cleared their path directly.

...

One o'clock.

Two Mercedes-Benz vans pulled up to the facility. The pair of academicians and their students peered out with interest, as the guide noted, "We'll head to your quarters first, then grab some lunch."

"Boss Tang's currently at the production zone. Post-meal, he'll escort you over."

"Sounds good."

They voiced no complaints, naturally.

Shortly.

The lodging structure came into view, its hotel-caliber opulence leaving them inwardly astonished, a testament to Tang Qing's generosity toward his circle.

Just look.

At the furnishings.

At the roominess.

At the amenities.

"Do your everyday staff get this kind of setup too?"

"Not exactly."

The guide shook his head.

"These are for visitors."

"Standard workers occupy apartment-style units, guaranteeing each at least twenty square meters, leveraging shared spaces for greater privacy."

"Plus."

"It bolsters security."

Because.

Solo living poses risks; in a crisis, no one might notice. Naturally, such incidents are rare, given the routine health screenings.

"Still, better safe."

Apartments.

Here, it signified individual bedrooms with communal zones. This setup fostered interactions over solitude.

Countless advantages.

So.

Tang Qing's firm dorms adhered to this model universally.

"Understood."

After stowing their gear.

They ventured forth.

Tailing the escort to the dining hall, where midday rush was underway, crowds filled the space yet lines stayed short thanks to the advance-order setup.

They also spotted the display cases by the door.

"Meals come from those?"

"Precisely."

"It's our meal collection system, designed to ease window backups. Order through the app by eleven, and the kitchen preps ahead."

"At pickup time."

"Simply scan and claim. Options include static lockers, each slot containing one serving that unlocks for you."

"Alternatively."

"There's the smart retrieval unit, akin to an automated garage lift. Internal tech delivers your order right to you—it's a fresh innovation from the park."

"Ah!"

The visitors nodded in comprehension.

Then.

They watched as folks streamed in, scanned, and fetched their food. At the counter, no tickets required; they collected dishes and snagged a modest fruit serving.

"Mind if I grab two?"

"Go ahead."

The guide beamed.

"Eats are complimentary here, provided you finish what you take without tossing any. Upstairs in the dorm, a mini-mart lets you grab whatever too."

"With the rule: no squandering."

This perk.

He admired it himself.

Back at the park.

Such perks eluded them. Basics were covered, but extras? Not so much. They got it, though—out in the Gobi, logistics ruled.

Superior perks.

Were to be expected.